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It's a TARDIS. Just looks like a box.

Well, sir, he didn't tell me that much when I spoke with him. He was an odd sort of fellow, but pleasant.

Yeah, I get that a lot. I'm the Doctor, it's my box.

You look nothing like the gentleman I spoke to before. Are you certain you did not steal this "tardis" box?

Yup! Quite sure. He's me, I'm him, but the box is the same and it's mine either way. What'd I look like when you spoke to me before?

Strange hair, tightly-fighting garb... and eyes that seemed to appear to be twice the size of normal ones.

I spoke... to you?

Ah, him. Sorry he was the first me you met. I'm much more... fantastic.

He's a future me. After I'm me I'm him.

Fantastic, hmm? How so?

I think I shall have to catalogue this in order to keep track!

ooc:Mun is so completely and utterly sorry for this. I know it's not your muse but it's this version of the Doctor in her verse. If it's not ok. Let me know and I'll redo

*walks up to him and slaps him so very hard across the cheek*

How dare you just come here like this!

OW! *reeling, rubs cheek*

I don't know who you are. Certainly not the Reinette I know, because at least she has some decorum. *cooly* But I'm not hung up on ridiculous gender norms like your species. If you slap me again, Madame, I will slap you back.

If you so lay one finger on me Doctor you will feel more than the palm of my hand upon your cheek. Those years alone, those years that you left me behind, and you just come here like it didn't happen.

I didn't leave you anywhere. Glad to know there's another me around, though, I was starting to get worried that there were only multiples of the skinny idiot and his boyhood hero the cricketing idiot.

Don't threaten me. You slap, you get slapped back. Simple principle of physics. Don't want to get slapped, don't slap me.

*looks completely comfused* Say that again, multiples of you?

But you were there, you and Rose. The Daleks, the Clockwork men. And Mickey, he was there for a while also. How can you not remember?

Yup, multiples. More than one.

Never met the Clockwork men, and I didn't travel with Rickey. That's my future, when I'm the skinny idiot in the tight suit. Did the me you traveled with ever explain to you about alternate universes?

No. He didn't.

Ah. Well, there's lots of universes, lots of versions of everyone. I'll send you a book on it sometime. Fantastic reading. It was my favorite book when I was ten. I probably still have it in my library... somewhere.

Which means you're not my Doctor.

Forgive me for harming you.

Nope, I'm not. I know a Reinette, but she'd definitely never smack me.

I hope.

Right, good luck finding your own Doctor to thump. Thump him doubly for that not-telling-you-about-the-different-universes thing. And tripley 'cause he caused me to get smacked.

Doctor.

I hope you understand why I acted so rashly. It is hard to learn about future times but with you, the other you, everything seemed so easy and wonderful. He had an air about him. He was more than my friend, my companion, he was my teacher and one of the only things I knew about anything that wasn't within my own time.

He left me alone, stuck on a space station high over Earth far in my future. He left me there alone with no means of escape, he left me to die.

D'you see why I have been so angry?

Was the space station losing pressure? The Reinette I know wouldn't have assumed she'd been sentenced to death just because she'd been left there. She'd have adapted and persevered. Apparently you did, too, since you're not dead. I guess the real difference is she's a talk first, smack later sort of lady.

I get why you're angry. I don't know that other me, and I don't know why I left you, but you're not the first companion to get angry at me for that, and I bet you won't be the last. Maybe your Doctor doesn't, but I regret when things like that happen. But everything ends, Madame, and everything has its time.

No it wasn't. But there was no one else there. The Daleks had come and killed everyone, myself included, then I woke up and I heard the TARDIS engines.

I wasn't even on the same floor as Rose or the Doctor, they didn't even come to see if I was alive. After a battle would you not see who had lived to aid them?

Let me guess, Satellite Five? Must've picked you up instead of Jack. Fantastic. Did you kiss me goodbye?

Two things.

1) Daleks kill everyone. No one lives. That's not a bad conclusion to come to. If you stayed on the station, you died barring any intervening influences such as one Ms. Bad Wolf.

2) If he was me enough to be there for that battle, and if you're living now 'cause of why I think you're living now, he didn't go back to you because he died.

You're welcome.

Yes, that was the place. I was there for so long, nothing around me but the dust of those who were once living.

One Ms. Bad Wolf? I don't understand.

What? Dead? *is taken back, sadness filling her eyes* How?

*shakes her head slowly* No, there was no kiss goodbye, just like there wasn't one from Louis.

Three? You're a lucky Rose, then.